If you didn't have some kind of personal internet device, it was okay! Today's class was meeting in the computer lab. See, sometimes your teachers could sort of plan ahead.
Sort of.
"Let's talk about--" if Vanessa looked wildly desperate for a moment, pay it no mind. They totally had this planned out! They swore. "Genres! Let's talk about genres."
"Are you a romcom person? Or a true crime person? Depressing and highbrow documentaries or reality tv?" Wade continued, yes anding like a motherfucker. "Or maybe you have no taste and just watch whatever this hellish algorithm suggests for you."
"Sometimes the algorithm goes haywire and recommends a bunch of shows about cars," Vanessa said. Or that might be because they were still using the guy who'd lived in their apartment before them's account. She didn't know. "Then you have to wrestle the algorithm into submission. But that's another class! This class is for thinking about what genre is right for you."
"So, let's help you help us help you narrow it down," wade continued. "And if you can't figure it out at all, we found you a
flowchart. That we made."
"Take your time, work through the flowchart, check out the different genres on Netflix, and then tell us what you're watching," Vanessa instructed. "Or don't, because you're already two episodes deep and sinking fast."